Work in Progress

cutting tile
your bathroom
on my knees, coughing on drywall dust
the toilet’s working now
the empty coke can a remnant of celebration
attempting to ignore my stench
[can we fix the shower next?]

so this is what love is


our first date was a week after we were sleeping with each other
best sex of my life
your touch i blush
wax
and my cheeks won’t stop flexing


you mentioned forever a few days ago
my bullshit answer meant to cover
outright fear
spoiled plans
panic could i let myself be

happy?


holding you at the waist [thank you]
the sweet clean is not what i notice
nor the new shower door,
skillful tiles,
my dry hands


but you
different
than expected

please

ignore bullshit

-A.j.kessler